“In that you did knowingly falsify tactical readiness reports in the Amman sector, resulting in the loss of critical equipment.”

Vanessa closed her eyes.

Her breathing was shallow and quick.

“Charge three,” the prosecutor said. “Conduct unbecoming an officer and false official statements.”

The room was completely silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning.

“The evidence secured from the Maryland safe house has been decrypted,” the prosecutor added.

“We have the digital ledgers, the IP addresses, and the communication logs between your personal phone and the buyers.”

Cole’s lawyer leaned over and whispered in Cole’s ear.

Cole shook his head aggressively, his face flushing red.

“The logs are fabricated,” Cole said, looking directly at me.

“She has had a grudge against me since the divorce proceedings began.”

“She is a disgruntled spouse trying to ruin my career.”

General Albright leaned forward.

“The encryption signatures on these files belong to your personal security key, Colonel,” Albright said.

“The key that only you and Major Cross possessed.”

Vanessa suddenly stood up.

Her chair scraped loudly against the wooden floor.

“Major Cross, sit down,” Cole’s lawyer said.